And we see a fork in the road, <br />Our names on separate signs. <br />Maybe down this broken path <br />Happiness we shall find. <br /> <br />Take this burden off me, <br />It weighs down on my tired soul. <br />Sleepless nights have plagued me, <br />Carry me for I am weary. <br />The road is long and paths uneven, <br />My feet are calloused and torn. <br />These people tell me to carry on, <br />But oh my friend, how long? <br /> <br />Of all these paths surely one must lead to home.<br /><br />Iohannes Silvaticus<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/of-all-these-paths-surely-one-must-lead-to-home/
